what’s yer problem, crabby?

blogger is making me CRAZY lately.

no not that kind of crazy.

i mean the kind where you sit around eating pretzels and leisurely type typity type a post with a bunch of pictures and then when you try and publish, everything disappears.

i’m sick so i don’t have any patience for fuckery fuck ups and i wanted to lie down and drink juice after posting but nooooooooooooooooooooo

i don’t have the energy to write the witty things i wrote again.

in other news, my mother told me that me being sick was GOD telling me that i need to slow down.

excuse me that was the gayest not truest thing EVER.

that’s like saying someone has a case of the mondays.

lah-ren!

yes. the party was pretty pumping. we went through 6 kegs in 3 and a

half hours. plus there was a hard liquor bar that got totally cleaned

out. craziness. there were lots and lots of people. i met this girl

named tayo? i dont kwo how to spell it. pronounced TAY-OH. from

montreal. which was perfect. cause shes like “oh your coming to

montreal? you have to look me up cause i live there too. and i didnt

have a pen to get the number. but shes like do you know dan? and i

thought she meant the dan that lives in the house here. with kwende.

but apparently there were many dans. and the dan here has never lived

in montreal and dosn’t know her after all. bwa bwa bwa.

we just finished off the only thing that was left from the bar after

some over saturated chinese food. bleh. sambucca?

now im just sitting here listening to Qwende talk to some new girl

about his old girlfriend. whoooops. time to shut your mouth fool.

hahaha.

anyways. ill let you kow if theres anymore excitement here. today it

was very very cold. i only left the house to get a slice of pizza.

outside is just a big pile of loud

there’s one of those big construction machine things, a bulldozer i guess, and it’s slamming a massive hole in the ground so every other second it’s like BAM BLAM BAM BAM BLAAAM BAM BAM BAAAAA BAM BAM

and it is sending vibrations through the house and i am sighing with annoyance but no one is around to witness my annoyance and share in it so i am extra-annoyed at that

rocky is here

though the scarey noise makes him think that he is on an adventure in his head so he is prancing around really fast from room to room like monsters are after him and he is a big hero though he looks like a tiny gay insect and you have to stop what you are doing to look at him because he’s so cute with his giant anime face, big head and tiny body

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yesterday we ran to the movie store before it was closing and we got there with 5 minutes to spare and the fat guy had already closed his ’til and refused to let us in and fil told him off through the window and we are SO going to talk to the manager about it and demand a free movie because we are townie busy-bodies.

hmmph.

I had to move four years ago because a stalker broke into my last

apartment. The cops found out she lived down the street from me and was

following me when I went out. She has guns and shit too. Dude, she was

a half a block away. They arrested her and it was on the front page of

the paper here. I never really got over it.

hey raymi

its scott-o. im in ottawa right now so i thought id drop you a line

since i wont be around for a while. i left 2 days ago. im staying at

kwende’s right now. probably for the next week or 2.

yesterday he had a big crazy party. it was packed. at 230 the police

showed up and kicked the front door right into his face. which was

pretty much the end of that.(the party, not his face). thre were a lot

of cops though. there was one of those big vans and when people were

calling cabs the company was saying “we cant get there, the police

have it road blocked”.

so today we’re just sleeping and cleaning.

im hoping to stretch this trip as long as i can. im going to montreal

as well but i dont know how cold it will be there. i bought a jacket

just for this trip. and as i was getting out of the car from the bus

terminal i totally ripped the sleeve on something (still not sure

what) and now the down filling is everywhere. and ive had to use duct

tape to fix it for now. so i look like trash. fucking fashion. and

soo. ill talk to you soon.

i am getting sick again.

it’s the weather flip-flop and the barometer going wacko i think oh and the drinking and the smoking too, right right.

the cat vomitted in his mouth a little bit and then swallowed it.

that was pretty cute and funny of him to do that.

matthew good took his blog down ‘cos his fans are cynical assholes who think they own him and they send him death threats ‘cos he’s a “dirty leftist” so we talked about strangling people specifically this one maxim model who asked him to strangle her.

strangle strangle strangle.

i bought some clam chowder and ate it in bed while learning about the air transat landing of august 2001 where the dude saved everyone and fil was like u didn’t know about this when i asked him what happened in the end, he was SHOCKED and i said dude, i was living in AMERICA at the time and there was no such thing as CANADA at the time and then two weeks later 9/11 happened anyway, talk to the haaaaaand!

the actor portraying the captain had all these cheesy lines and had that silly quebecois accent and his demeanor was suppose to be all calm and crap meanwhile they are gliding that motherfucking aircraft over the atlantic and he’s just like, chill daddios.

last nite at the bovine there was this tall skinny goth guy wearing a dress and he wasn’t even boozing, he was waiting for someone who wasn’t ever going to show up or he was just waiting for people to pay him attention. he kept switching seats too and his hair looked just like the scarey guy’s hair from mortal kombat, a ponytail on the top of his head. dude kept putting on more make-up. i felt really sad.

fil asked me if i had ever taken anyone dressed like that home before and i said NO.

with regularish dressed people it’s like a mystery whether or not they are whiny poetry writers who cry in fetal postions if you don’t call them every 30 minutes but with people dressed like that it’s a friggin’ omen like, don’t waste your time, it’s their gift to you so it’s best to accept it.

the same goes for people who have multiple piercings in their face or places on their body where they don’t need to be.

it’s fine and all that you prefer being abused and shat on then stabbed with broken glass, but you don’t have to let us all know all the fucking time about it, dinkus.

if i see one more fat girl leading around a skinny loser guy with a collar/chain, my hair is going to set on fire and i am going to push them both in front of a taxi.

dood even smeared his red lipstick across his chin a la courtney love after he spent a good 3 minutes applying it to his stupid lips.

I HATE EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIING RAWRARARARWR LOCK ME UP!